Going to my first free party . Feeling the anticipation mixed with fear of what the unknown , the whole build up to it was sublime . Taking the loaction off the party line it led us to the venue. Once inside we found ourselves in what could only be described as psychedelic bliss, no surface nor space left untouched by the elves of pshedelic art with insatallations, drapes and sculpture, dripping with mind bending UV wonder . Having set up camp near the ground floor dance floor , i plyed my gas for trade and barter. The happy sound of gas had aquired me the crustyest hippy ive met to date with dreads way past his knees , gas for tabs, a fair trade!
2 hours in the place was heaving , someone whom i had borrowed a lighter off came back looking for it , in exhange for his lighter he placed on my wifes had a fairly heroic dose of dried shrooms.After a brief chat with him we learned of a 2nd floor!!!(think of how big a megabowl is? this place was packed floor to rafter with fluffyest party crew evar and there another floor! )The ground floor must have been the warm up satging area as nothing could quite prepare me for the up stairs, full power, balls to the wall , take no prisoner psy trance with more projections vjing art installs and one massive heaving dance floor ! The fluff was strong.
Then the mushrooms hit.
I danced,
I laughed,
I rolled on the floor laughing,
I laughed some more.
I laughted till i cried.
And some how 7 hours had passed, the wise decision of escaping home under the cover of darkness was made . What a fucking party.
